I am back up by .6 lbs today to 376.6 lbs. How sad. I'm still under that 377-pound plateau, though, so I'm going to consider this good. It's not the end of the world. Weight loss is definitely a roller-coaster ride of emotions; isn't it? Tomorrow is Halloween, and I will dress like a panda as I have done for the past 4 years. I have a costume I made for myself. It's basically a giant white sack that I put on like a diaper. It's got two leg holes, and it cinches just under my breasts. It's a drawstring, so I can tighten it to fit. Then I put a black "thing" on over it to cover my breasts and arms. The black thing goes all the way up to my neck. It's nice and stretchy, so it's kind of like the top of a leotard. I made it from a pair of stretch pants, and I simply slit open the crotch just large enough to fit my head through. Then I put in thumb holes to keep the sleeves in place and cover my hands up to the fingers. It works really well. ...
425 lbs. That's the highest weight I've ever seen on the scale. In April of 2017 I saw 415 lbs while at a doctor visit. Enough is enough! Diets have never worked for me, but I am not giving up the fight. Follow along with me in my journey. I am confident I can ultimately succeed. 145 lbs here I come!